have long been locked up in "Middle ground"
A large limbo filled with shadows only
And I want to scream from those endless shades
to move his arms like wings in flight
But I have deep roots that bind me to the ground
E slam, slam, only moving the air around
And the beat until the completion of the incomplete gesture
When the head decline, vanquished, freeing up my tears.
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